"She's too true a Claghorn to be led into that folly."
"I don't know," observed Miss Cone meditatively, "that the Claghorns are less foolish than other people. There was 'Liph, her father; 'n there's Lettie Stanley—then your brother. St. Perpetua's his monument, you know."
"Joseph would never have approved St. Perpetua. If he'd been a Catholic, it wouldn't have been an imitation."
"His wife ought to know the kind of monument he would have liked. I've known the Claghorns long enough to know——"
"You've known some of 'em, to your eternal welfare, Tabitha Cone."
"I'm not aware that the family was consulted when my election was foreordained. You think well of 'em, and I won't deny their good qualities—but I guess the Almighty didn't have to wait until their creation to manage."
"You seem very sure of election. I hope you are not to be disappointed, but you might accept the fact with some humility."
"Your brother, Natalie's grandfather, had a license to preach—I'm not aware that you have—he taught me that the fact was to be accepted with joy and gladness."
"Joy and gladness are not inconsistent with humility."
"I'm not denyin' your right to be joyful, but your right to preach."